Things have not been great between DH and myself for some time but I think the straw that broke the camels back was a load of laundry. We both work full time and, in my view, household chores are not split evenly. I do all the laundry, always have done. Wash, dry, fold and put away. If there's a load of laundry on the washing line and it starts to rain, NOBODY would think to bring it in.
On Friday, DH put a load of laundry on - a never event in itself - then I realised he'd put a load of laundry of his own stuff, not a single item of mine. When I brought it up with him, he doubled down (I fucking hate that) and we're barely speaking.
I've been out all day because I just can't face being at home with him. I've come home to find the load of laundry I left in the washing machine in the tumble drier. It was woollens! The man is almost 50 and so fucking thoughtless that he puts wool in the tumble drier. It's not like he's never seen my woollens drying on hangers or that they don't have a care label inside.
The fucking hours I've spent paring his socks and he puts a solitary wash load of his own shit on. He picked through my dirty laundry to get to it and just left it there!